Hello, My name is Donald Trump and I’ve come from the mirror universe to say I’m very, very sorry. (For those of you not familiar with the mirror universe, here’s the short version: the mirror universe is almost exactly like the one in which you live. We have the same history, the same people, for the most part. Whoever you are there’s someone here who looks exactly like you. But whatever personality type you are, they are the opposite. If you are brave, they are weak. If you are strong, they are weak. If you are intelligent, they are a moron.)
Which brings me to the purpose of my message. Please forgive me for appearing to brag. Generally I’m reticent to “blow my own horn”, but it’s important for your universe to understand just why I feel responsible for your version of Donald Trump.
If I am to be considered to successful, I can only point to having two loving and supportive parents. They gave me the tools to become whatever I am. They taught me to value the truth above all else, but not at the expense of other people. They taught me to always do my best and to also help anyone around me who might be struggling. They taught me that great wealth equals great responsibility.
Those lessons served me well, in business and my personal life. The business’s I started all did very well, both financially and in a much more important way: they helped people. They helped the people that worked for me and the clients we supported. But please understand, the staff of all my business’s are simply the best. I give them the tools and resources and they make the magic. Their devotion to each other, our clients, and to the business humbles me, and shows me how amazing people can be.
At different times friends, family, and co-workers have tried to push me towards public office. I resisted, as I didn’t feel my talents were up to the challenge.
In 2014, I finally relented and agreed to run for President of the ASA (Allied States of America). Realizing the great responsibility, I started building a team that reflected the values and standards that my family had taught me.
We were very fortunate and won the election. Now the real work began.
Our goals were challenging to say the least: End hunger in the ASA. End homelessness. End bigotry and prejudice. End poverty. Make sure every child born in our great country came into a world where they were safe, warm, all physical needs provided, and most importantly, loved.
We made great strides in my four year term, but it was my team that made all the good things happened. They made me so very proud.
But we were not able to accomplish everything we had wanted. To me, this made it clear that I was not the right person to lead the ASA into the future. I didn’t run for a second term.
I settled into retirement and fully expected to live out the rest of my years in peace. Having the opportunity to devote myself to my hobby, dimensional physics and advanced quantum mechanics. Time travel had been perfected some years ago, so that wasn’t the challenge. The challenge was to create a stable portal to another dimension.
It took 10 years but the project was successful. I asked some physics and engineering buddies to take my plans for the DP (Dimensional Portal) and make it a reality. They did just that.
Last year we made our inaugural trip between universes. Lots were drawn and my good friend Julie Love drew the lucky ticket.
The DP was configured and everything was ready. Julie stepped through the portal and was gone.
The portal allowed her 24 hours before returning. To our surprise she returned in three hours. As she stepped through the portal it was very obvious that something had gone terribly wrong. Julie was crying, wracked with convulsive sobbing. We did what we could to calm her.
When she could talk, she told us of the horrors she had seen. In that universe, (your universe) bigotry and sexism was rampant and actually seem to have governmental support. Homelessness, poverty, all the darkness that my universe had banished with the light of human compassion eclipsed the entire planet in hopelessness.
And at the center of it was me. This was all my doing. Yes, I realize that your Donald Trump isn’t me. But in him I could see many, many similarities.
It made me so very ashamed. Ashamed that anyone with the name Trump could stoop to do such things.
Shortly, we will begin to disassemble the DP. There’s nothing in your universe for our people except a grim reminder of what might have happened. But before we do, we needed to send this message. It not much, but it’s what we can do.
I’m asking your forgiveness for all the terrible things my team (as they exist in your world) has done to produce such horrible conditions.
For myself I ask no such forgiveness. If the Trump in your world is incapable of admitting failure, I will admit it for him.
I’ve failed you. All of you.
I’m sorry.
I will leave you with this one potentially bright spot; there is always hope. As long as some people in your America value the truth, compassion, and love, there is always hope.
This is something you CAN do. I’ve seen broken people rise up and become so much more than they thought they could be.
You can do that. All of you. You only have to believe and work a little every day to make things better in your area.
The same way I believe in the infinite potential of my people, I believe in you.
Please believe in yourself.
With great love and compassion,
Donald J. Trump
